Management

Wow, it's been a while. It must have been a good few weeks. Life update, I've finally decided to switch to a more normal sleep schedule. It feels really weird. Anyway, my rant today is about management. The act of being a manager. Not something like time management. The lack of intelligence and/or deep desire to fuck people over royally makes me so upset about management. Ninety-five percent of you reading this know EXACTLY what I am talking about when I say this. The assistant manager at my Dunkin Donuts is a fucktard. If you have never heard that statement before, it is made by taking the words fuck and retarded and combining them. It's more insulting, more vulgar, but the retards don't know you're talking about them (that was so in bad taste). But she is VERY fucktarded. She has three things against her. 1) She can't spell. But, that's not the main reason why she is fucktarded. 2) She can't schedule people properly. I learned about the spoils system is school and thought it wasn't in effect anymore, but boy was I wrong. People she likes get more hours and people who rebel against her get less. Take any of the night people for instance. I have 4 nights, another has 4, and the other didn't get any. 3)She's paranoid and loves enforcing shitty rules. You would think these two are separate, but they play on the other. The being paranoid part comes from being scared that she is going to get fired because her boss is pissed at the way things are being run. Therefore, she posted all these bullshit rules that basically prohibit any work from getting done. But, us night crew rebels still don't follow them and are still getting things done without them knowing. The only reason I rant about this is the fact that I am the main reason why she is implementing rules. Before you call me paranoid, I have the facts behind it. I came in one night to start my shift at 2pm and starting breaking things down that should have been saved until like 5-6pm. But, having worked with someone who started that early, I started that early. This whiny bitch went and tattled to this asst. manager about me doing it. Next day, a sign saying not to start until 8pm was put up. Yet, we don't follow it. Then, to confirm this, she went up to another employee and asked if I was still doing it. Now if that doesn't just blow smoke up your ass, I don't know what will. That got to me and I don't know really why. But, that person stuck up for me, so it's ok. I then proceeded to break stuff down tonight at 5pm on the dot. I know how management works. I was an assistant manager. I know how you are groomed to be there and how you are supposed to act. But, I also know that some rules are only there to be broken. That's all rules are. They are there to enforce some sanity in a company, but most are just plain bullshit. I told others that if I ever started a company, the rules would be simple. Don't be a fucktard, don't steal money, and don't be too vulgar. Otherwise, have a ball. Because you aren't here to be fucking robots, running around for a company that doesn't give a fuck who you are, or if you make it anywhere in this world. That's why I hate business, but that's more another rant. But, that's all I have to say about that.

Red Sox

I haven't been around in a while, because I was unable to find something to rant about. But this past weekend served up the best rant I could think of. You should all know i'm a Red Sox fan. If you have seen Fever Pitch, then you know what kind of people they are. We are the most faithful people in the world, which is true because we waited 86 years to win. Everyone knows about the history of the Red Sox, if you are truly into baseball. Well, this past weekend, the second coming of the Boston Massacre (as the media puts it) happened and it pretty much made all Red Sox fans cry. Let me set up the stage. The Red Sox had swept the Orioles the weekend prior and had just dropped two of three to the Tigers, putting them 1.5 games behind in the division. Which was pivotal, seeing as though the Yankees were in town for 5 games in 4 days. So, we could pick up ground in the standings and possibly giving us some ground to make it to the playoffs. Thursday was off. Friday came a Day/Night doubleheader, to make up for a rainout earlier in the year. We were swept for the day, in blowout fashion both games, thus dropping 2 games to 3.5. Saturday came, and Josh Beckett came in to get the ball rolling, and lost as well, thus pushing the deficit to 4.5. Sunday next for Schilling on ESPN, which was the game that seemed like we might win, taking a lead into the ninth only to blow it. Deficit now to 5.5. Monday wasn't any different. David Wells pitched like he should, only to lose a small run game. The deficit now? 6.5. Not only were the Red Sox swept in 5 games by those fucking Yankees, but they pretty much killed any motiviation to root them into the playoff this year. I ask now? How are the Bruins looking? And that's all I have to say about that.

News

I decided that a rant about the news this past week needed to be touched upon, mainly the story about the JonBenet Ramsey supposed killer finally found. If you were living under a rock for the past ten years, then you have no fucking clue what I'm talking about. So let me sum it up. Ten years ago in Boulder, CO, a six-year-old girl named JonBenet Ramsey was found in her basement, dead from being strangled. They also believe she may have been sexually assaulted, but more on that later. At first, everyone thought that here parents were the killers, as she was found in her own basement, making many people wonder why or even how someone could have made it into the house, rape her, and kill her. Well, apparently, they found the person who did just that. A school teacher living in Thailand, named John Mark Karr, was arrested after confessing that he was the one who killed JonBenet ten years ago. He said that he was with the little girl when she died, and claimed that her death was an accident. He also claims that he drugged and had sex with the little girl before killing her. Also, he claims that his original plan was to kidnap her and ask for a ransom. Now, I know most people don't really care for Wiki much, but most of the time they are truthful. Therefore I link you to this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonbenet_Ramsey If you read through this article, you can find every aspect of what I just said that Karr said happened. Now, I know what most of you are thinking, because I'm possibly thinking the same thing. After watching CNN Headline News all night at work (since it is the only thing they have playing there), most of them think the same thing as well. ANYONE could have accessed all the stuff about this case, made a confession based on what they read, and made themselves an instant celebrity. The only thing against him? The fact that he does have a record of the same kind of crimes. Child crimes, that is. He has the mind set to be the killer of the little girl, but only science can really tell if he was there on the night of the murder. They say that blood was found on JonBenet from a unidentified male. So, only time will tell. The only other disturbing thing I heard on CNN? Apparently, they also found some wood splinters in or around here vaginal area (which, in the first place, is fucking sick). So, even if he didn't have intercourse with her, he might have been using something else. This whole story is fucked up, and can only get worse. But that's all I have to say about that. But, that's not my entire rant. I have one more small piece of news I hate even more than that. The New York Yankees (a team you never, ever, ever see again on this blog unless I am stating how much they suck (can you tell I'm a Boston fan yet?)) are planning to build a new stadium, estimated at a hefty 1 billion dollars. They claim that the stadium will have a musuem in it open year round, will be larger than the current stadium, and will still be named Yankee Stadium. Two things out of this story? 1) It pisses me off that they are building a new one, not because I like Yankee Stadium, but that it's 1 billion dollars, which is more than I'll ever have. Two? It means that I only have a couple more years to catch a game there (when the Sox play, of course). You would think I would want nothing to do with there, but it's still a part of history, and would be somewhat nice to loathe in person. But, now that's all I have to say.

Books/World

This is a double rant. I feel there is enough to warrant my personal rants, as well as a rant to the world. So, let me start with my rant: Books My rant on books isn't that they exist, but the fact that I can't write one. The human brain is a wonderful thing and me starting the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy that makes me realize this. It is amazing that we can the things we do, Music, Art, Teaching others, all the skills that we can do with tools, and of course, Writing. Writing has been a part of my life for a while now. Of course, school makes you take english in school, for a good reason, but there are not many who actually like taking that class. I will admit that during school, I hated English, but I think the reason wasn't because I hated the subject. I think it was because I hated the things we had to do, too much reading something that didn't interest me, and writing things I didn't want to write. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to write poetry. I started writing it in high school, when I found dating and girls who I loved. I wrote it because I was inspired by the person I was with enough to write my feelings down on a piece of paper so everyone can read them. Then, there was newspaper. I joined the AHS Weekly out of a fluke, really. I started "dating" this girl my freshman year, even though there was nothing there. But, she was a seller of the newspaper, and was on the "staff" enough for me to go the room where they were making it, and joined. I stayed every night as long as I could, because back then I was taking the bus back and forth to school. They ended way too late for me to stay, since the last bus of the night came 2 hours before they ended. So it sucked in the fact I couldn't stay, but I still learned much my freshman year. Over the next three years, I became experienced in the "journalism" style of things and reporting, even going out to some event and taking pictures and reporting it as well. I think that's where my love of writing and reading flourished. I loved editing stuff my senior year, and I loved putting the paper together and being able to put my touch on everything I did. But the thing that bugs me most, out of everything, is the fact that I can't write a book. I don't have that "inspiration" and thoughts enough to create a story and characters to write a book. I praise people like J.K. Rowling, Douglas Adams, Stephen King, Tom Clancy, etc for being able to tell a story that they just made up on their own. I don't care about the success factor, I just want to tell a story that people would love to read for a long time. I also have trouble finding a topic to write an article on any site or paper or anything. I want to write down my opinions on a matter or make people believe a certain thing. The two things I think I lack/have are the lack of inspiration and the fact that I am a procrastinator/worker. You wonder why I put those last two together. It's because since I work, I don't have the time to actually sit down and just write. But, since I don't have the inspiration to find something to write, it sucks. But that's my rant on Books. World My small rant on the world stems on everything I've been watching/reading/laughing at recently. It's the fact that the Middle East, plainly put, sucks. Everyone is fighting over nothing, people claiming that we're fucked, and the fact that the world is going to end. I work at Dunkin Donuts, and anyone who's been in one know that most have TV's, and most are placed on a news channel to: a) piss the workers off and b) to give us "information". The only information I get at night when I work, is when Glenn Beck is on, and he screams at me that we are in World War III and we're totally fucked. So that's where my rant comes in. I am a VERRRRRRRRRRRRRRY big advocate of World Peace. If I ever do get a chance, I will find someway to make my voice heard about it, but I can not for the life of me understand why we fight. This coming from a wrestling fan, but I also know that wrestling is entertainment, and not real. I'm talking about Iran v. Isreal and U.S.A. v. Iraq, and the prior World Wars, it pisses me off. Even though we won World War II, it was a bad idea to drop the nuke and I bet that most of you would agree. It's fortunate that we make technology and the fact that we dropped the bomb to win, but the aftermath of doing it is being shown today. Every country feels the need to build a bomb so they have leverage over others. But, we all realize that with the amount of bombs on the earth at this moment, if they all were to go off, you wouldn't care what you're reading at the moment. I wish people would grow up, and get along. But, as long as many religions exist and many different believes exist, that will never happen. When you parents told you that you should always be nice to others because you should treat others the way you want to be treated, it seems that all those evil people could have taken a dose of that when they were young. They know that if they fuck with others, we will fuck back. But, i'm getting tired, and must stop ranting. And that's all I have to say about that.

Unknown

Standing at work today, I began to think of a blog I could write. Then I remembered no one reads this, so it would be for my own entertainment. The rant is still the same. I am afraid of the unknown. If you know me, you actually know I fear heights and death. So you wonder how I get the unknown out of either. Well, first of all, both are inadvertantly intertwined. I am afraid of heights for the purpose that, if I fall, I could die. Therefore, since my other fear is death, I don't like heights. Once again, where does the unknown come from? It comes from me standing at work today thinking about my blog and the post I could write. I began to ponder the real reason why I fear death. It's not the fact that I'm dead, because as I know, it's inevitable. I cannot stop myself from dying, it's one of those things that are certain when you are brought into this world. The thing that scares me is what happens next. I love this quote in my favorite book series, Harry Potter, and it is very underused, even though the character who said it is now dead himself. Yea, I just spoiled it for you if you find this quote now. It goes "After all, to the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." It has been used recently in discussions about the fact that Dumbledore didn't mind death, because he knew it was inevitable as well. No one really knows what happens next. You all go to bed with a head full of dreams for the next day, when you wake up and take on the world again for another day. As a lot say, you are lucky to wake up every day to take another stab at things. That's all you can ask for. So why the depressing post? I am still having issues where I think there is something major wrong with me. With that being said, I can only think about the unknown, seeing as though it might be creeping up on me, which I know sounds bad, but seriously. It's all anyone can think of, it's always in the back of your mind, from the time you learn of death, til the day you are on your death bed. Which, hopefully for most, is life expectancy, which is 70+ years. I also post this to keep a reminder to all, that you must cherish the things you have, and the ones you love. You can never tell your mother or father how much you truly love them, even if they are going through rough times. When they know that you are on their side, it makes things that much better. So, my depressing rant is now over. Hopefully, I don't have one for a long time. Like another 50 years or so. Besides, I need to go to Water Country tomorrow, and it's 4am. So, my bed calls for me sleep and hope that I get another day to step foot outside my door and enjoy the Dragon's Den, line-free. And that's all I have to say.

Anger Management V 2.0

Bowling is something that has been in my life for about 3 years now. Ever since I joined a junior league when I was 17, I have done it every year since. Wednesday has been my day since 14, a mix of newspaper and bowling has been in my life on that night. After leaving high school, it became bowling. The only annoyance to the game is the fact I try to hard. As shown tonight, if you could have watched. Toward the end of the night, the fifth string, I just started hurling the ball down the alley, not really caring. It's like anyone who has a frustrating run at something, they are easily angered at the most simple things in life, or those they work hard to fix. I will never say I am one of the best bowlers in the league, because i'm not. My career average I would say is around a 95, which in candlepins is average. But, with my state of mind, I want to be the one out there winning the match if needed. I want to be the one carrying the 105-110 average on the team, not the one bowling a 439, when your average is far higher than that. The main factor I believe is that I don't practice as much as I should. Mixture of reasons to that. The fact that I work 5 nights a week now, during the peak hours where I could go, 2p-10p. I wake up 10 minutes before my shift, so going in the morning is out of the question. And i'm both extremely cheap and extremely good at wasting money at the same time. I could have $200 to my name, and wouldn't want to spend it, yet always find a way to do so. Therefore, I'm broke by Tuesday when I just got paid Friday. So, I say I suck when I don't put the effort in. Yet, when I put the effort in, it's all for naught. I am also changing my approach too much to warrant a care. I can't understand why I can't just throw the ball the same and get the results. Maybe i'm just too picky. The day was not all wasted. I went to the driving range as well, and finally hit a ball down the fairway straight. That is a step in the right direction, as all my balls have been curving too far right. I still hit them that way, but not many. I've noticed that my short game is ok, therefore I should progress backwards. Master putting, then chipping, then irons, then woods, then drives. I think that would be the best way to go. You must be thinking i'm crazy. I'm playing two sports that most people don't care about. But, I care about them, so that's all that matters. You never know, I could be on your TV soon playing on the PGA. Or I just might still be sitting in my chair dreaming. And that's all I have to say.

Laziness

I have once again learned about myself tonight when I stupidly agreed to close at work alone. I would never realize how much I don't do, and how much the other person does when I don't unless I did close alone. What I did realize is if there isn't two people on at the store to take care of customers and the other random jobs at night, it takes an hour an a half to halfass everything done. I could only imagine if I really put effort into it. The fortunate part was it was only two and half hours alone, and it was drive-thru only. But still, I was alone. The fact is, the store is only run efficiently if two people are there. I did manage to get everything done. The only thing I really didn't accomplish was the backroom, to which I didn't sweep, so it still looks like shit. Oh, and the creamer I was supposed to clean. I can just hear one of the people there now. "I've closed alone before, and I got everything done." Well, that's also because you're Superwoman, and that's not an overstatement. It's more of an understatement. In my two months at Dunkin Donuts, tonight made me realize how much of a lazy fuck I really am. I will admit, I am rather lazy at EVERYTHING I do, but for some reason I am able to get my job done. It was the same at Market Basket, Mobil, and possibly Seaview. Mobil takes the cake, because all I remember from that is me sitting behind the counter doing nothing all third shift, yet everything was done by the next morning. I even amaze myself sometimes. Whether you would like to believe it or not, sometimes Laziness makes the world go around. Being lazy sometimes makes you realize how much some people really accomplish. It might make you realize how much you really suck, but in the end, you realize how much you really need to accomplish to make yourself a better person. Who knows, maybe you'll become what the person who wonders why the other person you work with is so lazy. That's one thing that I can't comprehend. I try to understand why my coworkers won't tell me I'm lazy, when I know they think it. I can "see" myself from an outer view, and I would yell at me for doing the things I do there. Who knows, maybe they don't think that, and think that I actually do accomplish something. Probably the reason I rant tonight. The fact that without me there, they would have a night like I had tonight. One from hell, alone, and having too much to do with not enough time to accomplish it in. And that's all I have to say.

Technology

Computers are becoming the norm in any household nowadays. Faster services like cable and DSL are allowing people to surf the net with such fast speeds, it's amazing how fast you are going and not even realize it. I am concerned though that technology is so flawed that so many things can go wrong, that if you don't have a degree in computers, you are totally fucked. Which brings me to my rant. My internet connection is a piece of shit. After surfing two years on the net with my wonderful cable modem, the past few weeks reminded me what dialup was like. How much I wanted to rip out my hair because it was going so fucking slow, my ADD told me to go read a book. I can't understand why it's going so slow. I reset the fucking thing so many times a day, yet a snail goes across my desk faster than pages load. For those who are thinking "Why not just call Comcast for the issue?" Already did and the person who dealt with it was probably reading off a screen a list of solutions that I could have found online. The problem? I COULDN'T GET ONLINE TO FIND THE LISTS. Therefore, my loop theory is now getting more stronger. In anything in life, you are constantly stuck in a loop. I already mentioned the money-->job-->college loop. The most recent one being the computer issue-->tech support. Tech support being the computer issue, as those indians who are trying to tell you how to fix your computer is quite funny. I am beginning to think that the modem is finally saying "You know what, after being on for three years straight, I've had enough. I'm going to die and take you with me." But I have no proof of the life of a cable modem. Which, once again, is something I could find online. You must be shocked I was able to post this. It was in one of those pockets where I actually had access. Amazing thing, technology. And that's all I have to say about that.

Obsessions

Before I begin (to those who actually spend time and read this), i'm not dead. I just didn't have anything to write about the past few nights. However, after reading my Pearls Before Swine treasury, I found that I do have something to talk about. Obsessions. Whether they be of the small or OMG YOU ARE A FREAK obsessions. Mine are usually the former, and they tend to change from week to week. My current obsession at the moment is golf. In an earlier post, I told you that I was unable to drive a golf ball straight. Well, the past week, I watched too much of the golf channel, went online to find tips, and have been practicing in my room with my toy light saber I bought last year. You might ask, why the light saber? Well, it's a good length, I can grip it like a golf club, and swing it like one as well, and it's just short enough that it doesn't bang into my walls. I even asked my dad to come out to the driving range with me, as he is one of the two people I know who golf, the other being my uncle. The last time I was supposed to go with my uncle, but my leg issue stopped me from doing so. Thanks blog, you just reminded me of something I need to go do, ask my uncle to go golfing. Golf, as I thought of it last night, is a hard game to learn and a hard game to master. My other "sport" of choice, candlepin bowling, is easy to learn and hard to master. My favorite sport, baseball, is easy to learn and easy to master. That should give some of you golf ignorant people out there enough of a comprehension to the talent these golfers actually have. Those who have never picked up a golf club and tried to hit a golf ball are usually the same who complain about the people who play golf. The people who say that golfers have it easy, winning millions of dollars to hit a ball. Go to a driving range, pick up the club, swing at the ball. See, not so easy, is it? There is a lot of things you need to do before you even step up to the ball. What club to use, how far do I need to hit it, what's the wind like. Then you step up to the ball. You need to hit it at a certain point to hit it right. Golf is like baseball in a sense. The same people probably complain about baseball being too easy. I would love to see you hit a 95mph fastball every time. Go to a batting cage, go in the fast pitch section, and tell me how many you hit. See, not so easy, is it? People who bash thing they don't understand are ignorant of that sport. I admit I bash Nascar and the IRL because I don't understand it. There really is no strategy in that, to my standpoint anyway. To fans, it's the simplier things, like they need to know how much gas they have, if there tires are inflated, the oils not overheating, this and that. It's driving, it's a machine that gets you from Point A to Point B. Not a competition. The reason for this random post about obsessions was brought on by my non-stop obsession in life. That's comic strips. I love the funnies to the point that my bookshelf is pretty much just funnies. I currently have 7 Garfield 3-packs, 8 regular Garfield books, 14 Foxtrot books, 2 Foxtrot treasuries, 3 Zits treasuries, a Calvin & Hobbes treasury, a Dilbert treasury, 3 Get Fuzzy books, a Least I Could Do (online comic) book, and my recent purchase, a Pearls Before Swine treasury. You make think I have a problem, I see it as constant bathroom reading material for someone with a short attention span. And on that note, I believe my bed calls me. Wednesday is my only day off, so the quicker Tuesday comes and goes, the more I will be happier. And that's all I have to say.